Stanβs mind stumbled as it tried to comprehend new sensations. His chest felt heavy and wrong. He tried to pull up his t-shirt and felt it resist while it clung to his now flat crotch and compressed the moist mound that was suddenly between his legs.
βYou belong to me nowβ said his roommate. Stan hardly knew him. The man had answered an ad in the paper and moved in just yesterday. Now he stood, holding what looked like gem on a chain around his neck.
βWhatβs going on?β Stan asked and was shocked at his new voice.
The man grinned. βYou are now in my power. I have complete control over your form and have chosen the one that pleases me the most! Now you will serve and obey me.β
βLike Hell!β Stan replied.
βBE SILENT!β he yelled and Stan felt a constriction in his throat.
βI have taken your voice. Be a good girl for me and you may get it back some day!β The man explained. βAs I said, I control your form. You can serve me as my submissive, mute girlfriend Stacy, or as my purebred poodle bitch Skipper. Choose nowβ
Stacy fell to her knees and began her new life serving her master.